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it.”   He  would  fear  to  die, and  pray  to  live  to  redeem  his  past;  then
                               he  would  fear to  live,  and prav  to  be  taken  away  from  temptation.  So
                               wore  oil  a  week,  and then  he  gave  up  self  and grew  calm  in  Christ.
                                 Oile  Sunday  he  said  Iiib  mother was  in  the  room  and  wondered  wc
                               could  not  see  her,  and  with  a  smile  on  his  face,  and  “ mother”  on  his
                               lips  he passed  beyond.
                                 As  I  came  out of  the  house  one of  his  whilom  associates, sober and
                               sad,  took  off  his  hat and  asked,  “ Is  it  all  over?”
                                 Impressed  with  the  vast  meaning  of  these  two  little  words,  I bowed
                               and  answed  bade:
                                 "A ll  over!”
                                 With  a  voice full  of  pathos,  he said :
                                 "The  dear  fellow is  all  right  now.   There  are  no  saloons  up  there/'
                                 I    walked  on,  repeating  to  myself;  “ No  saloons  up  there 1   Thy
                               will  be done  on  earth  as  it is  heaven/'


                                                            THE  TIDES.
                                              I N the  golden  gleatn  of  dawn,
                                                   See  the  child ret)  on the  shore— -
                                                They  are playing every  game
                                                   Known  to childhood's  merry  lore;
                                                In  the harbor  sails  are  set
                                                Heaven’s early breeze to  win—
                                               ** Tell  us, boatman, how's  the tide?  ”
                                                          11 Coming  in."

                                                Lovers  loitering  by  the waves
                                                   And they whisper soft and  low ;
                                                Can  the  little  sea-bird  hear  them
                                                   With  its  darting  to  and  fro ?
                                                Lips  are  meeting  in their  bliss,
                                                Tell  us  ere  we  seaward  pull,
                                               “ Tell  us,  boatman,  how’s  the  tide?”
                                                          “ A t the full ”
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